The following is an actual dream
included in my dream
journal, and does not describe actual facts

Dream
of:

12 April 1986 "Colorful Blood"

I had gone to a law school class being taught by
Schwille; when I arrived, hardly anyone was there. Another fellow and I
walked into a room behind the classroom. I told the other fellow that I enjoyed
solving property problems and that I regretted I would no longer be able to do
property problems if I were to leave Texas. I said if I went to another state I
would have to learn all the property law over again and I wouldn't have anyone
to spoon-feed it to me like Schwille had done. We then walked back into the
classroom.

At first I sat down in a desk in the rear left corner of the
room; but the desk was pointed toward the rear wall, so I exchanged places with
the fellow sitting in the last seat of the left row which was pointed toward the
front of the room.

The class had already begun. Schwille was in his judge's robe
sitting in front of the room in what appeared to be a judge's bench. Many
students were standing at blackboards on the walls of the room. The students
were busily writing on the blackboards the answers to problems they had been
given. All the problems dealt with the law of property and all the answers were
in the form of numbers.

I likewise had solved the problems and had the answers written
before me. However, I couldn't find the blue casebook which contained the
problems themselves. Fortunately, the blackboards were apparently full and I
didn't need to worry about my being called to go to the board.

I had just returned from
Germany.
I had wanted to talk to Schwille before class had begun to tell him what it had
been like there; but now it was too late.

Louise,
sitting in the seat in front of me, turned around and spoke to me. I knew she
was now married. As we talked someone walked up and asked her how John was (John
was apparently the name of her husband) and she said he was just fine.

She seemed superficially happy and I had the feeling she was
experiencing a transitory happiness. It was the first week of January and she
had only been married for about a week. I asked her how her marriage was and she
said it was just fine. I said, "Well of course the year's not over yet."

She didn't say anything, but she put her hand on my right hand
as she talked. I was still attracted to her, but the attraction was much
different now that she was married. I didn't think I should touch her in any
way.

I told her how the night before I had stabbed my leg with a
long narrow razor blade which I used for cutting out pictures to make

collages.
The razor had been left in the bed and I had rammed my leg into the razor in the
middle of the night. The razor had gone about three centimeters into my left
leg.

I pulled up my left pants leg to show her the wound. Blood had
oozed out and flowed all down my leg; but the color of the blood was green and
blue. It was quite pretty. Louise said she wished she had a camera so she could
take pictures of the colorful blood. I also thought it would make a nice
picture, but I had neither camera nor instamatic film.